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1d
The earth
too busy
never turns us gently—
its roots,
once slender,
now twist
like gritted teeth,
pulling tight
where we once were free.

We leave
an imprint
of our hands
in the soil,
searching for softness,
but only to find
something turned—
bitter, deeper.
Marc Morais
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Marc Morais  55/M/Canada
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